whilst the plants during winter wait they wait for warmth and springtime rain whilst they do so, the ground welcomes the quiet snow: if they, so I. the snow embraces the ground and trees singing soft and enamoring melodies the trees do not fret or cry spitefully, but instead appreciate the cold beauty: if they, so I. there is pain in the wait, but joy as well a chest for two reasons could easily swell with anger or laughter and it is a choice, we the tuners the tone of our voice: if they, so I. what does that mean? why love the snow that hides summer's green? why must we wait to enjoy the sun? so I say, the flowers still bloom when their time come: if they, so I.